Emily's pov:

I didn't see Lucas throughout the whole afternoon.

I was beset with anxiety.

His words before he'd run out kept replaying in my mind, stuck in a loop.

In fact, I could say a lot from my standpoint. After all, I wasn't really given a choice on most of the things, and most of the time, my hands were tied.

But no matter what the specific reasons were, it wouldn't change the fact that I had brought harm to my child.

He had never done anything wrong, then or now, but he always had to bear the brunt of the adult's fallout.

For him, a child, this was...